Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Gang Green,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.